Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

There was no light on the other side of the screen, so the skirmisher should be able to see her shadow, but she couldn't see his.

Nanke stood up gently and walked around. Her vision fell into a black shadow. She felt her feet stepping on the edge of the mattress. She squatted down and stretched out her hand, but was grabbed by a skirmisher and pulled over.

The quilt was raised and lowered, bringing up a gust of wind. When her hair spread on the pillow, the skirmisher also hugged her and lay down.

The unwarranted emotions were swept away.

Nanke realized that what was stuck in his throat just now was probably loneliness or loneliness.

"With such a big move, doesn't it matter if you're injured?" Nanke raised his head and gently bumped into the skirmisher's chin.

"Who do you think I am?" The skirmisher took her hand and put it on his face, "This little injury is not worth mentioning at all."

Nanke shrank in shock, felt the smooth touch, relaxed again, and touched his face carefully.

The horrific burns that were so severe during the day that they destroyed half of his face were now completely gone.

"Is this okay?" She touched the other side of his face again to make sure she remembered the location correctly.

"No bones were injured, and the internal organs are intact. I'm not made of ceramics," the voice above his head said with a hint of arrogance, "But you, are you afraid of nightmares and don't dare to sleep?"

"no……"

"Tomorrow we will go get Awang back."

Nanke suddenly fell silent.

"Huh?" The skirmisher made a nasal sound, "Aren't you thinking about this?"

Nanke shook his head, nodded again, and mumbled after a while: "So you know how to call Awang's name properly."

"Is she worthy?" Skirmisher chuckled.

Yes, Awang is not worthy.

She doesn't deserve it either.

The skirmisher who didn't deserve to be in the dream called her name to her face, and she was startled and immediately felt a sense of violation.

Nanke sighed and put his fingers on the back of the soldier's shoulder, groping for another wound on his shoulder. The shoulder blade did not heal as quickly as his face. It felt uneven to the touch through a thin layer of clothing.

When she curled up her feet and touched his calf with the instep of her feet, the skirmisher suddenly raised her leg and suppressed him: "Who told you to touch him randomly?"

Nanke was stunned and cowered up to pretend to be a quail.

The skirmishers dug her out: "Don't sleep under the quilt."

"I am used to……"

"Start changing it now."

"The country collapsed..."

"what happened again?"

"You hit my hair."

"..."

The skirmisher took a short breath and let it out for a long time. If Nanke's night vision had been better, he would have probably seen a look of disgust on his face.

Nanke gradually calmed down.

Whether it was in the past or present in the dream, it seemed that as long as he was around, no matter how depressed the mood was, it would get better.

I hope that when they wake up, both Awang and Asase Hibiki will come back safely and early.

Nanke prayed silently.

As soon as his nerves relaxed, the person in his arms quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The messy hair poked at his chest, a little itchy. The soldier pushed Nanke's hair back. His head instinctively lowered under his hands, and he subconsciously wanted to get into bed.

The skirmisher simply kicked Bo's quilt away, and helpless Nanke could only bury his head in his arms and press his cheek tightly against him.

Anyway, it's summer, and with him here, there's no need to worry about her catching a cold.

With this thought in mind, the skirmisher slid his fingers down through her clothes, touched the edge of her top, and then lifted it up to poke inside.

Needless to say, the doll has the ability to heal itself.

He was obviously a descendant, but compared to the indomitable and energetic travelers in the future, Nanke was as fragile as an ordinary person.

Further up the fingertips, there were four scars on her back that still felt rough to the touch even after the bandages were removed.

Even the shallowest one is not healed yet.

The skirmisher's touch was very light, and his brows gradually wrinkled.

From the looks of it, there will definitely be scars in the future.

Skirmishers have a bit of a mysophobia.

When I first borrowed the Kage Museum, I mistakenly thought that I could become an ordinary person. I worked hard to learn all aspects of human beings, but I only had the puppet joints on my body that I didn’t know how to hide. I worried all day long that everyone would find out that I was just a human being. Discarded items.

Later I understood that although there was no need to hide, I still habitually wanted to erase any unnecessary traces on my body.

But there was nothing he could do about Nanke.

There is nothing I can do about it, but I feel somehow... I can't put it down.

Otherwise, if you touch other places, just wake her up?

The skirmisher's fingertips dropped.

He couldn't sleep anyway, so why bother acting with her.

But he stopped when he opened the waist of her skirt.

Although he didn't care about the life and death of Hibiki Asase and the wild girl, after all, the safety of those two people was unknown. From a general rational point of view, it seemed not a good thing to do this at this time.

Why should he consider this? He's not human.

But Nanke is human.

It doesn't matter to him that she is a human being, she came here on her own.

But what seems to have been promised to her?

……

Once bitten by a snake, he has been afraid of well ropes for ten years. The moment before falling asleep, Nanke was still worried that he would dream about the past again.

But it was a dreamless night.

When she woke up, Shansheng was already making breakfast in the kitchen. She was jumping up and down on Nanke, which was the culprit of waking her up.

"Good morning, sleeper." Nanke sat up with his cat's head in his hand.

After making the bed and walking out of the screen, it was quiet on the other side, and there was still no trace of Asase Hibiki and Awang.

The pressure returned in an instant.

Breakfast was the long-lost Ochazuke rice. This time it was not eel, but made of some other fish fillets and prunes. The soldier sat across from him and ate elegantly. He put down his chopsticks and uttered his first words this morning.

"We are not familiar enough with Qinglai Island. We should first go to Hyakumu Ghost to find Hibiki Asase, capture at least one insider, and then interrogate one by one. They are just guys who are greedy for life and fear of death. As long as we act quickly, we will be better off than if we are wronged. It’s reliable to seek perfection.”

Nanke felt a little hot in his heart: "Is this what you thought of last night?"

"Do you still need to think about such a simple thing?" The skirmisher gave him an urging look, "Go and wash the dishes after eating, and we'll set off."

"it is good."

Just as he was about to go out, Asase Hibiki came back.

Fuzi was the first to notice. She pricked up her ears and screamed and ran out. Nanke followed. Asase Hibiki and Hyakome Oni were stepping onto the steps of Asase Shrine one after another.

"Miss Xiang!" Nanke greeted her happily, "That's great! Are you okay?"

"Well, I'm worrying you," Asase Hibiki leaned over and took Fuzi into his arms, raised his head and said, "It took some time to track down the murderer. Was the shrine peaceful last night?"

Nanke nodded: "Then Awang..."

"I'm sorry!" Baimu Gui lowered his head deeply, clenched his fists, and exposed his veins, "My men were among the people who kidnapped little Awang. I didn't know it. When we arrested her yesterday, Awang had already..."

Only the two of them came back, and there was not even a shadow of Awang behind them.

Nanke's lip color suddenly faded completely: "What's wrong with Awang?!"

She clearly remembered what was written in that letter, if they didn't agree...

"It is said that it was thrown into the sea," Asase Hibiki said calmly after the Hyakomeki ghost, "However, when we chased the small boat, the boat and the people who held Awang hostage were all sneaked into the shogunate in the nearby waters at night. The team is captured.”

"In other words, it is possible that the girl is not dead yet," the skirmisher crossed his arms and walked out of the shrine, "but was captured by the shogunate?"